Firewater - Redneck Souljers, outlaw

Firewater - Redneck Souljers, outlaw

Год
2015
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
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以下は曲の歌詞です Firewater 、アーティスト - Redneck Souljers, outlaw 翻訳付き

歌詞 " Firewater "

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Firewater

Redneck Souljers, outlaw

Kentucky bound, gallon of that moonshine

Fuck 'em to the 5−0 I’m from a long line

Of country boys that do this shit in their spare time

You can read the pedigree and DNA my bloodline

Jammin' Willie Nelson 'bout to get my smoke on

You don’t want me stressin', me and Hubb are smoked on

'Bout to hit that thump keg, waltz and nearly break my leg

Break the freakin' walls down, open bottles, tap the kegs

Man, we 'bout go (Go) wild in this thang

Haulin' like the freakin' Cherokee and Meros from the grave

Rain dancin', pedal mashin', you can’t get this out my system

Hit you with a case boo, split your ass right down the middle

(I'll tell 'em) I’ll split your ass right down the middle

Told 'em, we play Texas Hold 'em, fold 'em

In it to, our cousin told 'em, Poe said he ain’t kin to you

Bobbleton is Winton, got that 'shine and a fish or two

Honkey man up out the brothel tryna get a bitch or two

Tennessee legends (Yeah we are) cookin 'shine (What we doin')

In the moon, got the firewater brewin' (Shine)

Spring water coolin' (Yeah) liquor movin' (Boes)

Crank that fire I’ma show you how we do it

Got that corn mash pourin', drag it out the forest

Pedal to the floor 'cause them boys say there be more tin

Batch to a bottle make an ugly women gorgeous

So much 'shine 'bout to make our ass a fortune

Hubb in this motherfucker drunk as hell, plum lit

And I brung a bag of goodies with a skunky smell, 'sum bitch

You see the GMC outside?

Man I’m feelin' fine, my whip

All the tillers are tillin' you know the women are willin'

To meet a country boe baby, I’m here, get it

Cabin in the woods I’m in it

Tree stand in the backyard, I’m in it

Southern like my drawl that’s the way I’m livin'

Never seen a moonshine still this busy

Got the mash on cook mode, never been a crook tho

Trynna get my cash up stacked 'til I hit the roof

Said a country hick will ever rap for shit

But here I am in a straw hat spittin' the truth, like damn (Woo)

Headlights, hit the 4-lane

Burnin' rubber like it’s soaked in propane

Our notoriety grow like Rogain

Pass opponents, like the shit’s my forte

Ain’t slowin' down for one minute

I’ll paint a picture so vivid with the shit I sang in these lyrics (Yeah)

My boes back at the hideaway, got the liquor still a drippin' (Yeah)

If you sneak up on 'em your ass a goner, you gonna come up missin' (Yeah)

Done told ya son, get off my land, better not catch you slippin' (Yeah)

And you’d probably lose your mind if you see my girl skinny dippin' (Hell yeah)

(Yellllloooww)

O-U-T L-A-W, Kentucky’s where I be, yeah

Got a jar of firewater, drop you to your knees fast

Packin' dips and grab her tits and kickin' off the trees man

Camo paint up on my face, can’t see me in my tree stand

I’m a big at slingin' arrows, fillin' up some whiskey barrels

Got a 'shine empire, run it like a Force Feral

Y’all know we some country fellas, all my boes be hollerin' yellow

Come and… fuck… damn, the shine is mellow

Comin' through the woods with my dog Banjo

Runnin' up to Tennessee to see my boes

Tar’s in the keg, callused toes

C-Hubb with a crick pick, pickin' his nose

'Bout to make a run, drinkin' homemade wine

Boys from the mountain with some dang good 'shine

So we filled up the jars and we dealed in the cars

Drove off and we left a cloud of dust behind

Yeah, we took the 'shine and we drove it to the mountain

Firewater brewin' it was flowin' like a fountain

ATF was lookin', they was hatin', we was doubtin'

That they would come around and here the thump keg poundin'

Tennessee legends (Yeah we are) cookin 'shine (What we doin')

In the moon, got the firewater brewin' (Shine)

Spring water coolin' (Yeah) liquor movin' (Boes)

Crank that fire I’ma show you how we do it

Got that corn mash pourin', drag it out the forest

Pedal to the floor 'cause them boys say there be more tin

Batch to a bottle make an ugly women gorgeous

So much 'shine 'bout to make our ass a fortune (Fortune, fortune, fortune)

(Fortune, fortune, fortune)

So much 'shine 'bout to make our ass a fortune (Fortune, fortune, fortune)

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